The Digger

This poem I’m most proud of in the Village Poets Anthology has a final stanza about Coyote.
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Coyote woke me then
when the remote road glowed
in another day’s light a black horse
galloped by from the sun’s side
a driven rider knees dug in
a doppelganger in the wind
a man in wine and gold
his hem above his hips.

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